Helping with our granddaughter's costume reminded me of past Halloweens for our family. There was an Alice theme, in which our daughters were the Queen of Hearts and the Mad Hatter. We pulled off the Wizard of Oz, with kids being Dorothy, the Cowardly Lion, and an elaborate Tin person clothed in soup cans. I find it enjoyable to explore other persona if only for one day. We have such long history with living in our own shoes, it can be playful to be someone else. 

A year ago I attended a grown up costume gala, and stepping out of 2022 and into 1922 was a triple dose of fun... first as I anticipated it, secondly when I was there, and now as I remember. 

There are a collection of adjectives that I attribute to myself. Some fit snugly, while others I am trying to grow into. Others are too scratchy and are still hanging in the closet. 

I wonder what would happen if I let myself believe I could be different. Brave, for example, is not one I claim. What if I said that for a day I will be a courageous version of me? 

I have clung to Thrifty long past its expiration date, and I can slip an arm into the sleeves of Generous. 

The dingy costume called Resentful needs to get ditched, and I can pull on the cape of Forgiving. 

Maybe some of those garments will fit nicely after all.